They Laughed While I Was Dying

Adrian Morettis adopted sisterShe knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents.

Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled.

Within seconds, my chest tightened.

When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold.

It was empty.

I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves.

She crouched beside me and smiled.

Youre always so dramatic. Its just a little smoke. You dont need to act like youre dying, she said softly.

Youre too weak. You need to build some tolerance.

I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring.

Adrian, I choked. Give me my inhaler. If I dont use it right now, Im going to suffocate.

He frowned slightly.

Dont you think youre overreacting? he said coldly.

Ive never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. Shes rightyoure always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and youre ruining it.

My heart dropped.

I fumbled for my phone and called my mother.

Mom, I sobbed, barely able to breathe.

Im being bullied and I cant breathe.

My voice shook violently.

Chapter 1

Adrians friends moved faster than he did.

One of them reached out and ripped it from my hand, ending the call mid-ring. Another laughed under his breath, like hed just seen something absurd.

Seriously? someone scoffed. Your fiance runs into a little trouble and the first thing she does is call her mommy?

Another chimed in, shaking his head with a laugh. Adrian, this is next-level childish. Were grown adults, not kindergarteners. Whats she going to do nextcry for a nanny?

A few people chuckled, the sound light and careless, cutting all the same.

One of them snorted and gestured toward the endless stretch of water beyond the rail. Does she really think a phone call can summon her mom out here? Were in the middle of the ocean.

The laughter spread again.

Adrian turned away, clearly frustrated, clearly embarrassed, saying nothing at all as the mocking voices continued behind him.

None of them had any idea that the woman he dismissed so casually was the silent shareholder behind this entire cruise line.

That this ship sailed under routes secured by my familys money, my familys guns, my familys agreements written in blood and signed in silence.

That the waters beneath this hull were part of the Sterling-controlled corridors no one crossed without permission.

My vision blurred again as my chest constricted violently, air tearing uselessly through my throat.

And still, to them, I was just a dramatic girl calling her mother

not a Sterling fighting to stay alive on her own familys sea.

Each breath came shallower than the last.

The inhaler in my hand felt useless.

His adopted sister stepped closer, her tone calmalmost reasonable.

Youre breathing, she said lightly. Youre speaking in full sentences. That alone tells me this isnt a true bronchospasm.

She tilted her head, studying me like a case study. Most adult-onset asthma attacks are amplified by anxiety. Once panic sets in, the body convinces itself its suffocating.

She gave a small, apologetic smile. Your inhaler was already empty earlier. Thats why I suggested you try something else instead of reinforcing the dependency.

She spread her hands, composed and confident. I just published an SCI paper on exposure-based desensitization for panic-induced respiratory distress. Its clinically validated.

I looked up at Adrian, my fingers clawing weakly at my chest as my breath came in sharp, uneven gasps.

Adrian, I rasped, each word scraping my throat raw. Please. Help me find another inhaler. I cant get enough air.

For the first time, his expression wavered.

His gaze flicked over my pale face, the way my shoulders heaved with every breath. He took two steps toward me instinctively.

Before he could get any closer, his adopted sister stepped in front of him and gently raised a hand, stopping him.

Adrian, she said calmly, her voice steady and reassuring, this is exactly the problem.

She turned to me, crouching slightly so she appeared closer, kinder, more reasonable.

You cant keep telling yourself that youre about to collapse, she said softly. When you convince yourself you cant breathe, your body follows that signal. Panic feeds the symptoms.

She smiled faintly, like a patient instructor.

What youre experiencing isnt dangerits fear. And the only way to overcome it is to face it.

She nodded, as if explaining something well known.

This is called desensitization training. You teach your body that it doesnt need to rely on medication every time it feels discomfort. Once you get through this, youll be stronger, healthier, and less dependent.

Her tone was gentle, confident, authoritative.

Im helping you, she added. If you push through now, youll thank me later.

Around us, several people nodded subtly.

She sounds reasonable.

Adrian listened in silence.

Then he exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as understanding replaced doubt.

Youre panicking again, he said, though his voice was no longer harsh. If you keep telling yourself you cant breathe, of course its going to feel worse.

He glanced at his sister, then back at me.

Shes not trying to hurt you, he said firmly. Shes trying to help you stop spiraling.

After a brief hesitation, he stepped back to his original spot and folded his arms, watching me closely.

Just hold on, he added. Shes doing this for your own good.

The deck tilted violently beneath me as my legs finally gave out.

I dropped to my knees, my vision blurring as a burning tightness wrapped around my lungs.

Someone nearby let out an awkward laugh, clearly unsure whether this was serious or just uncomfortable.

A friend hesitated, taking half a step forward as if to help me up

Before he could say anything, Adrians sister spoke again, her voice carrying the same practiced sympathy.

Dont interfere, she said gently but decisively.

If you rush in now, youll only reinforce the fear.

Her eyes remained fixed on me.

She needs to get through this herself.

Chapter 2

My shoulders were jerking with every breath, each inhale shallow and sharp, each exhale accompanied by a faint, broken wheeze.

I lost my balance and nearly folded forward.

Adrian reacted on instinct, crouching down and gripping my arm to keep me from collapsing completely.

Is it really that bad? he asked, his voice noticeably lower now, uncertainty bleeding through the edge of impatience.

My mouth openedbut no sound came out, only a thin, strained gasp that burned all the way down my throat.

Before I could force another breath, his adopted sister suddenly let out a soft, trembling sob.

Adrian Her voice trembled as she covered her mouth, her eyes reddening almost instantly.

II truly dont understand how things ended up like this.

She looked at me with wounded disbelief, as if she were the one being accused of something unforgivable.

Then she reached into her bag.

Look at this, she said, turning it toward Adrian first.

This is my latest SCI publication. Its a peer-reviewed study on asthma triggered by psychological stress.

Her voice steadied as she spoke, professional and calm.

It focuses on desensitization therapyan internationally recognized method used to reduce panic-induced respiratory responses.

She scrolled slowly, deliberately, letting everyone nearby see.

This approach has been clinically validated, she continued.

Its used precisely because patients often convince themselves theyre suffocating when theyre not. The more they rely on emergency medication, the worse the dependency becomes.

She looked back at me then, eyes glossy but resolute.

I didnt give her anything harmful, she said quietly.

Her voice trembled just enough to sound wounded, restrained, reasonable.

I was trying to help her break a psychological loop, she continued, lifting her head slightly, eyes glossy but steady.

This is a desensitization approachclinically validated, published, peer-reviewed. Ive spent years researching how panic disorders can manifest as asthma-like symptoms.

Her shoulders shook, as if she were forcing herself not to cry.

So what is this supposed to mean? she asked softly, almost helplessly.

That my academic work is fake?

That my judgment is flawed?

She paused, then looked around at everyone, her voice dropping lower, heavier.

Or is she trying to say she swallowed hard, that I intentionally harmed her?

Her gaze flicked briefly to mecollapsed, shaking, barely breathingthen away again, as if she couldnt bear the accusation.

Is acting like shes dying her way of turning everyone against me?

Of labeling me as a murderer?

Silence followed.

To anyone listening, her logic was flawless.

And beside her, I lay gasping for air

looking, to them, exactly like someone performing an accusation rather than surviving one.

She shook her head slowly, disbelief written across her face.

Vivienne, she said, voice breaking, I know you dont like me. Ive always felt that.

But you cant accuse me of something like this just because youre uncomfortable, can you?

Then she turned to Adrian, her eyes shining with restrained tears.

We grew up together, she said quietly.

You know me better than anyone.

Her lips trembled.

If she insists this was deliberate then shes not just panicking.

She paused. Shes calling me a murderer.

Adrian stiffened.

He looked down at mecurled on the deck, gasping violently, my fingers clawing at the floor

then back at her, standing upright, composed despite her tears, armed with evidence, logic, and reason.

His jaw tightened.

I believe you, he said at last.

He released my arm and stood up fully, positioning himself in front of her instead.

This is my fault, he added, his voice edged with frustration.

I shouldnt have let it escalate like this.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

he said, not unkindlybut dismissively.

When she feels the slightest discomfort, she assumes someone is attacking her.

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy.

Ill make her apologize.

I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will.

Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye.

Around us, people moved quicklyaround her instead.

Its okay, dont cry.

We all know you didnt mean anything by it.

Shes clearly overreacting.

Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?

Someone let out an awkward laugh.

She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.

Adrian stood beside her, one hand resting protectively at her back.

His voice softened as he spoke to herlow, patient, reassuring.

It was the same tone he had once used when he told me he loved me, when he promised he would always be on my side.

That was when my gaze drifted past the crowd and landed on the white metal cabinets bolted along the wall of the deck.

The emergency medical stations.

This ship belonged to my family.

Every deck was required to have one.

Each box stocked with oxygen masks, emergency medication

including asthma inhalers.

If I could just reach one.

Hope flickered weakly through the suffocating darkness as my fingers twitched against the deck, my body dragging itself forward inch by inch.

I only needed a few more breaths.

I dragged myself forward, every movement tearing through my lungs.

Chapter 3

Just as my fingers brushed the edge of the emergency kit

A boot slammed down.

Hard.

It crushed the back of my hand against the deck.

Pain detonated up my arm, white-hot and blinding.

It was her.

Oh! she cried, instantly lifting her footjust enough to look innocent.

Im so sorry! I didnt see your hand there.

She blinked rapidly, then frowned, confusion carefully arranged on her face.

But she added softly, tilting her head,

werent you just saying you couldnt breathe? That you were about to pass out?

Her gaze swept the crowd, uncertainty trembling perfectly in her voice.

Then why would you crawl all the way over here?

And why would you put your hand under my foot like that?

Her eyes filled again, tears pooling on command.

Is this is this another way to make it look like I hurt you?

Her words were gentle.

Only I saw itthe flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.

She bent down, close enough that her breath brushed my ear

How does it feel, she murmured,not being able to breathe?

You dont deserve him. Hes mine.

When you die here, we can finally be together.

Her long skirt concealed her movement.

The heel came down againharder.

This time on my arm.

A sharp scream erupted from behind us.

Bloodtheres blood!

Warmth spread rapidly beneath me. I felt it before I saw itmy arm slick, the deck staining red beneath my body.

People shouted. Someone swore.

Adrian shoved through the crowd.

His face drained of color when he saw me.

Oh my God He dropped to his knees, gathering me into his arms, his hands shaking.

Call the captain. Get medical. Were dockingnow. She needs a hospital!

I clutched weakly at his sleeve, my vision tunneling, every breath scraping like broken glass.

Then her voice cut in.

I barely stepped on her, she said quickly, stunned.

I moved right away. Where would all that blood even come from?

She looked down, then gasped.

Even if you wanted to frame me, you didnt have to hurt yourself like this.

Using your own blood to force Adrian to side with you

She swallowed, devastated.

Thats just cruel.

Adrian followed her gaze.

A long, rusted nail lay beside the deck chair, soaked dark red.

His expression changed instantly.

The warmth left his eyes. His arms loosened.

He released me.

I never thought youd go this far, he said coldly.

Hurting yourself just to drag her down.

A faint, triumphant smile flickered across her lipsgone in an instant, too fast for anyone else to catch.

Ill help bandage her, she said gently, voice low and reassuring, as though she were the only one still willing to show me mercy.

To everyone watching, she looked compassionate.

Only I could see the challenge in her eyes.

She opened the emergency kit, grabbed saline, and poured it straight onto my open wound.

No warning. Agony exploded through me.

Summoning what little strength I had left, I forced the words out, slow and measured, each syllable tearing at my lungs.

I am Vivienne Sterling.

This ship. These waters. They are under my familys protection.

My chest burned as I finished,

Youre doing this to me on Sterling territory. Do you understand what that means?

The second the words left my mouth

Laughter exploded across the deck.

Vivienne? Did she knock her head?

Which Sterling family? The one that controls half the southern routes?

Look at her. She cant even stand.

Hypoxia must be making her delusional.

Emma laughed the hardest.

She wiped at her eyes, then turned to Adrian with a helpless sigh, all false concern.

Adrian, she said softly,

this fiance of yours isnt just fragileshe likes to brag too.

Shes telling everyone shes the Sterling familys little princess.

Adrians face darkened instantly.

I didnt know you had a habit of lying, he said sharply, anger flashing across his features.

Is this what you do now? Making things up whenever you dont get your way?

His voice cut through the air, cold and condemning.

I remembered the very first time we met.

He had saidcasually, almost dismissivelythat he hated pampered heiresses. Girls born with silver spoons who cried at the slightest discomfort and thought the world owed them everything.

So I hadnt told him who I was.

I told myself it was temporary.

That once he knew me, not my last name, I would explain everything.

I wanted him to see that not every woman born into money was fragile or entitled.

I never imagined this would be the moment he decided who I was.

The deck erupted againlaughter, whispers, judgment raining down on me from every direction.

And far away, somewhere beyond the noise,

a phone that had been forcefully hung up was about to ring again.

White-hot pain tore through me.

Blood flooded my mouth, metallic and choking.

My body convulsed violently as oxygen vanished entirely.

The world began to fade

sounds stretching, faces blurring, everything pulling away from me.

Just as darkness was about to swallow me whole

A voice cut through the chaos like a gunshot.

Lay one more hand on my daughter, she said slowly,

and none of you will ever leave this ship alive.